The death of my pil showed me the true colurs of our relatives.When they were alive people used to attend each and every function in our house.but when i gave birth to my second dd no one attended the naming ceremony even though they were duly invited by dad.it included my own bil-co-sis.till i join my husband who was working then in karnataka no body visited my dd.

There after also we had been treated inferior as my husband was inexperienced and struggling engineer. My husband’s dedication and hard work helped him to climb up in his carrier ladder and people are showing interest in talking about us and indirectly praising me for the support i am lending to my husband.

Whoever comes to now about me not having pil,either directly or indirectly telling me that i am lucky. But i always find myself missing my pil. My life without elders could not get me in touch with a good circle of relatives.All these years i have to depend on my parents;needless to say that each and every request of us fulfilled happily by my parents.as my parents have reached their late sixties now,i have started thinking what happens after my parents. Because i hate this lonely life which is like a punishment for no wrong doing.my dds also longing for their grand parents as they see their friends enjoying the company of their grand parents.

Nowadays my prayers are: if i have to take another birth i must have pil and sil.at least by having fight with them i have some spice in my life of which i miss in this birth.

Girls those who are having fight and counter attacking and emerging as winners i envy you all.according to me you are all blessed ;so be pride about having fight with your ils.